O.Z. One-Shots - College Sucks

It was just past five in the college library, and students were slowly filtering out, heading back to their dorms for the night. It was quiet, the only sounds coming from the hum of the air conditioning and the occasional cough. Near the back of the library, twenty-year-old Peter Fisher sat at a table surrounded by books, with a half-written paper in front of him. His eyes weren't on the pages, but instead on his older sister's lips as she quietly sucked his dick beneath the table.

The paper on "Early Representations of **** in Medieval Literature" had been due last week, but Peter had blown it off, faking sickness. That meant begging the nurse for a note, which she hadn't given him, despite offering him a handjob. The college rules for staff were explicit: sexual activity was OK, but academic favors were not. So in the end he forged a note from his family doctor, and his lecturer accepted it without checking. She'd given Peter one final week to write the paper, and now the deadline had rolled around before he'd even realized. He had, checking the time, less than 12 hours to hand it in.

His sister, Abby, slowed down, sliding off his dick for a second to catch her breath, her back rising and falling as she wiped her lips. Distractedly, Peter picked up his pen, and after giving her a second to clean up, gently pushed the back of her head back onto his cock.

A warm, wet sensation engulfed him, and he sighed loudly. Her ponytail bounced as she moved. He'd been an Alpha for a few years now, but it didn't matter how many times his sister did it, her lips enveloping his dick in spit always felt incredible.

Out the corner of his eye, he saw a figure approach. Peter bent over in his chair quickly to block his sister from view. The librarian, an old woman named Mrs Cook, strode past his table. As she passed, she put her finger to lips and shushed him loudly.

He looked down at a book, grabbing it and pretending to read intently. Mrs Cook paused for a moment to stare at him, then moved on.

"_Gughk _D-did she see m-me?" Abby asked, gagging as she spoke. Her voice was tough to hear, both because of the whisper, and from the dick in her mouth.

Peter looked down between his legs, and shook his head. He was glad she hadn't been spotted. Family members were allowed on campus, but they were against the rules in the library, since it was supposed to be for students only.

Being shushed had broken his concentration, and seeing Mrs Cook's wrinkled face had left Peter nearly soft and totally un-aroused. He ran his fingers over his closed eyelids. This was going to be a long night.

Abby jerked his flaccid dick a couple of times with her hand and gave him a couple of slow sucks with her mouth. That excited him a little, but he was still bored.

The paper was probably one of the least interesting topics he'd been given all year. **** sounded hot as a topic, sure, but he was disappointed to find out all the medieval books were in old time-y English he could barely understand. He liked English because he read comic books, fantasy and sci-fi. History, on the other hand, was one of his least favorite topics. So when his lecturer had announced this as a topic, he'd groaned. He was in college to become a famous sci-fi author, not this whole "learning from history" thing.

Take the book he was currently reading. He managed to get through some rambling historical introduction, only to get to the impenetrable story. As far as he could make out, in Old-timey England, a Mother and Son were harvesting crops from a farmer's field. The sun went up in the sky, and the Mother loosened 'a belaba' and cried out 'oest heat!'. What the fuck did that mean?

Peter wanted to sigh, but stopped himself, noticing the librarian was patrolling around some bookcases nearby. Instead, he looked down at his sister, who'd been sucking him off without complaint for a good 15 minutes. Originally she'd been helping him study, instead of doing her own work, before he pulled her under the table to relieve his erection. Abby didn't mind, since she didn't care for her own data entry job. It was just a way to pick up some extra cash working online, so she could be around to have sex with Peter more often. It was a good deal, since she was free to come to college with him, and their Mother was pleased, as Peter would go home with his sister to her every night. Living at home saved rent, and Peter enjoyed the extended sex sessions with his Mom. But just recently the school work had been kicking his ass, mostly because he couldn't seem to find the motivation to do much.

Now at this moment, the more he sat gazing down at his sister's eager cock-sucking expression, the harder he got. Gently, he began moving his hips forward, moving his cock harder into her mouth. She groaned into his dick as he moved back and forward.

Picking his book up again, he flipped the page over. On the right-hand side was a gorgeous full-color illustration in a medieval woodcut style. In a field of golden wheat, a large breasted Mother was naked from the waist up, her top having fallen around her waist, while her son stood in front of her, his dick erect and covered in pre-cum. Her tongue stretched out to touch it.

'Maybe this story isn't so bad after all', Peter thought, and felt his dick rise to its full hardness. Looking around, he noticed the librarian had disappeared for a second.

"Yo," he called out to Abby, trying and failing to whisper, "We gotta deal with this-"

He grabbed his sister's hand from where it was resting on his leg, and pulled her up from her crouching position. As she stood, her head knocked the edge of the table.

"Ow!" She cried out loudly. Heads turned around in the library to look at them. A nearby girl with a laptop raised her eyebrow as she caught sight of Peter's hard dick sticking through his pants.

"Shit, sorry," Peter mumbled, and tried to rub her hair where she'd hit her head. She swatted his hand away, looking irritated, but nonetheless still jerking his dick with a spare hand. Peter dragged his sister behind a bookcase, to a nearby wall. There was a light wooden door set in between the bookcase and a fire extinguisher. Peter grabbed at the handle. Finding it unlocked, he pushed it open with an arm and gestured for his sister to go inside.

Inside was a tiny space, with a bunch of books and VHS tapes stacked against one wall, and some buckets and mops piled against the other. Abby scrunched her face as she looked at the cupboard. It looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a while. "Here?" she asked, the disapproval audible in her voice.

Peter caught sight of the librarian walking towards them across the library. "Quiet!" He whispered, and pulled her in, before closing the door behind him.

"That librarian is such a bitch" he mumbled, loosening his belt and dropping his pants to the floor. Abby murmured her agreement.

It was dark inside the closet, and Peter pulled out his phone, switching on the flashlight to illuminate the space in harsh, artificial white light. He tapped the screen a couple of times to increase the strength. Holding the phone in one hand, he grabbed his sister's skirt with the other and flipped it up. She slid her thong down and pushed out her ass.

Fucking doggy style, he made rapid, hard thrusts as he collided with Abby's soft ass. 'Oh god I needed this' Peter thought 'It's been fucking hours since I last came.'

His sister was moaning gently, stuttering breaths passing out of her mouth with each hard slap of his cock. He bent her over even further, grabbing her hips with his hands and feeling her warm, soft skin. Then he began driving into her harder, his balls bouncing against her pussy. Every move felt better than the last. Her pussy was drooling with liquid, and he could tell she was more turned on than usual from her vocal encouragement.

"Yeah," he grunted, slamming against her and shaking the door. "Fucking yes, take it."

The cupboard around them was shaking a little, and a few sprinkles of dust fell from the grimy ceiling tiles onto Abby's exposed skin. She was moaning too loudly to notice, pleasure shooting through her body.

Peter could hear something barely audible outside the door, was someone talking? He ignored it. He had a good pace while fucking his sister, while her moans drove him to go louder and faster. Gripping her tits through her shirt, he squeezed, feeling her soft skin through the material. The pleasure mounted in his balls. God, this was gonna be a big load.

A hand loudly rapped on the door. "Open up!" a female voice called out. "You shouldn't be in there!"

Peter and Abby ignored it, if they even heard the voice at all. Peter's eyes were fixed on his sister's jiggling ass in the low light, who in turn was crouched over a pile of magazines, enjoying her pussy get worked by someone who knew precisely how to pleasure her. Years of practice had taught them exactly what to do, as the siblings both approached orgasm together.

Then Peter shoved his cock forwards, burying himself deep inside his sister's cunt, and stayed there, groaning. The release in his balls felt like a dam bursting. He ignored the knocking getting louder outside. Abby squealed in delight, feeling a hot load of semen spurt into her, enjoying the sensation. She was on birth control of course, but the feeling was amazing nonetheless.

After a few thrusts, backwards this time, onto his cock, she came, pussy juices mingling with her brothers. She began shaking and quivering, enjoying the toe-curling burst of pleasure.

As Peter collapsed onto his sister's back, feeling the soft flesh of her ass against his groin, the door opened. A breeze of air rushed over his skin. He staggered slightly, grabbing his pants and lifting them up. His sister remained hunched over the magazines, moaning softly as liquid ran down her legs.

Mrs Cook stood at the doorway, staring daggers at the two of them. As she looked down at the magazines, some covered in specks of cum, she gasped.

"Get out!" She yelled at the two of them. Peter slapped his sister's ass to catch her attention. Only that seemed to rouse her, and she sheepishly pulled her thong back up, disliking the feeling of wet cotton now pressing against her skin.

The two of them stepped out of the cupboard, casually trying to fix their hair and clothes, without much success. Everyone on this floor of the library was looking in their direction, some openly, others pretending to hide behind book covers or laptops. Feeling a little more embarrassed, Peter strode over to their table, his sister following behind, holding his hand.

"Leave! The two of you - right now!" Mrs Cook called from across the room, her voice seething with anger.

Peter groaned in irritation. Two men in the group of onlookers began quietly laughing with each other. Abby's face turned bright red. Just because public sex was commonplace, didn't mean she didn't get embarrassed when the attention was on her. Slowly, Peter started to grab the books and papers he had around his table. Abby shouldered her bag and helped him gather his things.

The librarian stalked up behind them. "You shouldn't even be here!" She whispered, pointing at Abby.

"Yeah, and you shouldn't be such a bitch!" Abby said loudly and firmly. Peter laughed in surprise, before grabbing his sister's hand to show his support.

They walked over to the stairs and reached the doors of the library, his arms full of books. Abby, following him, carried his bag. Mrs Cook watched them go, a furious look on her face.

Peter had his phone out, thumbing out a text message. He threw out a hand to swing the metal door open, and they walked out of the library into the cold night air. Abby paused for a second. She reached under her skirt, and pulled her thong off, dropping it in a nearby trashcan. 'God that feels better' she thought, feeling the last drops of cum slide down her skin. Her brother was waiting with a smile, and the door banged shut behind them as they began walking.

"I texted Mom to come pick us up," Peter said, and sniffed, his nose feeling the chill of the air.

"What're you gonna do about the paper?" Abby asked, dropping their bags down by a bench.

"Screw it, I'll just tell them to get fucked."

"You're so dumb sometimes," his sister laughed warmly.

Peter's balls felt tight again, and he squeezed them through his pants. "Fuck. I'm gonna take Mom in the back seat before we go home though. I just wanna fuck her tits suddenly. Man, why'd that illustration make me so fucking horny?"

"Maybe you've got a thing for literature after all," Abby teased.

"Yeah, or big tits" he grinned.